Chapter 114： | [Extra 6]

In the twenty-seventh year of the Great Song Tianqi, Song Jinglan abdicated, the prince succeeded, and the reign was changed to Shuo.

Song Jinglan's move shocked the world, because no emperor in the past dynasties would abdicate when he was in his prime. The battle for the throne has always been turbulent and bloody. Even if the Song Dynasty has only one prince, who would think that the throne has been sitting for too long?

Isn’t the emperor reluctant to abdicate the longer he becomes?

The prince of Song Kingdom is only seventeen years old now. It is not too small to say that it is not too small to say that it is not too big to say that it is too big. With Song Jinglan's age and means, it is no problem to be emperor for at least another ten years. When the hundreds of civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty heard the news that his Majesty was preparing to abdicate in a hurry, their souls were shocked.

After realizing that His Majesty was not joking, Baiguan knelt down, crying bitterly, and begged His Majesty to take his life back.

Even if Song Jinglan's tyrannical methods were tyrannical, the throne came to be named unfairly, and today there are still tyrants among the people. However, during the decades of his reign, Song State has restored its status as the hegemon of the Central Plains, and the marriage with Dalin has maintained a stable peace and prosperity. The court that was once licentious and lingering seems to be just a nightmare.

Hundred officials fear him, but they also admire him.

Every time I look at the majestic emperor above a high position, I feel that there is him, and the world is safe.

Now that His Majesty actually said to abdicate, the civil and military officials felt that their backbone was gone! You don’t need the wind to blow, you’re going to break up after two steps!

Weeping for crying, scattered for scattered, there is always no room for change in the matter decided by your majesty.

Fortunately, they grew up watching the prince. He taught meticulously from an early age. He was good at literary and martial arts, benevolent, righteous and modest, and had a high reputation among the people. After the heartache, the hundred officials began to prepare to welcome the new majesty and the new court. .

On the contrary, Song Xiaolan was a little unwilling, and pestered Song Jinglan several times: "Father, is the throne sitting uncomfortably? Why did you give it to me so early?"

Song Jinglan smiled: "The throne is so comfortable, wouldn't it be good for you?"

Song Xiaolan: "Don't think that I don't know that you just want to go wandering around the rivers and lakes with your mother to give me the throne!"

Lin Feilu: "..."

Is the throne a hot potato? ? ?

You two, father and son, are playing the throne as if they were a ball. It looks so **** magical!

When sleeping at night, Lin Feilu lay in Song Jinglan's arm, poking his thin waist and asking: "Are you really not the emperor?"

Song Jinglan leaned on the bed and was flipping through a book of travel notes.

Lin Feilu got up from his arms and shook his shoulders with both hands, "Is it a pity that the throne that I finally won, just abdicated like this?"

Song Jinglan put the book down, looked at the woman who was kneeling beside him, smiled and pulled the person into his arms and kissed him.

After so many years, he kissed her as gentle as ever, with his palm touching her cheek, and said softly: "I won the throne because I want what I want. Now I have everything I want, and the throne is not. It's important."

Lin Feilu asked knowingly, grabbing his chest and blinking: "What do you want?"

Song Jinglan laughed, squeezed her chin with her fingers, and then lifted the person under her body. In the entanglement of desire and hope, she heard his muffled voice: "I want you."

The day of his abdication was an auspicious day selected by the Sitian Supervisor. It was sunny and windy. The ceremonial officer read the abdication edict, the crown prince was crowned, and he officially took over the Yuxi and became the new emperor of the Song Dynasty.

So Lin Feilu became the youngest queen mother.

Listening to the palace's name changed from Empress Empress to Empress Dowager, she was not used to it.

Song Xiaolan was not used to it. Although he had been studying political affairs with his father over the years, he was still a little nervous when the new emperor came to the throne, thinking that he would have to ask his father more for advice. As a result, within two days of his abdication, the father and the mother went out of the palace, and the figures were gone!

Song Xiaolan thought sadly: I'm just an abandoned little emperor.

Lin Feilu was out of the city riding a horse, and then worriedly asked, "Will it be so good if we just threw the three children in the palace like this?"

That being said, the speed of horseback riding did not slow down at all.

Song Jinglan didn't change his face: "They are all grown up, and they don't need their parents to worry about."

Lin Feilu nodded thoughtfully, looked at the rolling green hills in the distance, the afterglow was full of light, and the only trace of guilt for his son disappeared instantly, and excitedly asked: "Where shall we go first?"

Song Jinglan smiled and said: "I saw in the travel notes that there is a Wangsu Mountain in the southern border with a golden dome in the mountains. Do you want to see it?"

Lin Feilu suddenly remembered that he had been reading books on travel notes some time ago.

Was it just a travel strategy?

She nodded happily, thinking about the next unfettered life, her heart was a little surging, after thinking about it, she said, "We are out now, so we should take a stage name."

Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows: "Black and White Knights?"

Lin Feilu was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at the man riding on the black horse next to him, and laughed out loud, "How many years ago the joke, you still remember it."

He smiled and looked at her: "Well, I remember what you said."

When I learn martial arts in the future, I will go to the sword rivers and lakes, ride horses and swim together, happily enmity, eat meat and drink.

He remembered her dreams and yearnings.

And realized for her one by one in this life.

Lin Feilu took the reins and looked at him and the wide road ahead. His eyes were filled with gleaming smiles: "The black and white chivalrous men are our stage names when we are knights! From now on I will be Huang Rong. !"

Song Jinglan smiled and asked, "What about me?"

Lin Feilu: "Of course it is Guo Jing!" She ran to him with a wink: "Brother Jing~!"

Song Jinglan pondered for a moment, and cooperated with her: "Sister Rong?"

Lin Feilu glanced at him, shook his head and sighed: "You are nothing like Brother Jing from the old solid wood."

When she was pregnant, she not only ranked Guo Jing Huang Rong’s storybook, but also Yang Guo Xiaolong’s master-disciple love and Zhang Wuji’s N angle love. Song Jinglan had naturally seen it, and slowly sprinted his horse and asked: "Then I am like Who? Yang Guo? Zhang Wuji?"

Lin Feilu said, "None of them." She waved to him, and Song Jinglan rode her horse closer, sat on horseback and listened to her side. She heard her quietly smiling and saying, "You are the only Xiao Song. !"

Wangsu Mountain was in the southern border. It used to belong to small neighboring countries. Later, these small countries were defeated by Song Jinglan, and now they are also the territory of Song Dynasty. If you say it's near or not, it's not far away.

Compared with taking Lin Ting away from Beijing when she was young, this journey in the arena is the real realization of her dream of wandering the rivers and lakes.

Because now both of them have very high martial arts attainments.

In recent years, Lin Feilu has not only mastered all the swordsmanship of Jimo, but also inherited Ji Liang's swordsmanship. The two sets of peerless swordsmanship have been blended together. She is particularly good at light work and has an elegant and flexible body. When she tried with Yanxin before, Already can catch several sets of swordsmanship from Yanxin.

In recent years, Yan Xin's sword technique has improved rapidly. He was ranked tenth on the hero list that year and ranked fifth in the previous two years. He is already the master of sword technique.

Not to mention Song Jinglan, although he is not on the Jianghu hero list, he would lose his sword every time he tried Yanxin. If he wanted to, he must have re-ranked the ranking on the Jianghu Heroes list.

The two traveled this way, and they would draw their swords to help each other in case of injustice.

What to beat the landlord, kill the bandits, teach the bullies, Lin Feilu saw the bad guys and saw the cats and the wolf and the meat, so he threw his sword excitedly.

What if I can't beat it?

Doesn't exist, can't beat Brother Jing?

The prestige of the black and white twins spread like wildfire.

Hey, have you heard? Recently, a pair of knights who punish evil and promote good appeared in the arena, one man and one woman, the woman in black dress, the man in white, claiming to be a black and white pair of knights. The heroine also said she wanted to kill all the injustices in the world. Recently, even the bandits who blocked the road and robbed them dare not go down the mountain! The bandits are struggling to make a living, and the owner of the village has to take the mountain brothers down the mountain to beg for food. It's really the world...oh no! So happy!

In the tea shed at the foot of the mountain, the businessmen and people from the rivers and lakes talked a lot, but they didn't notice that the party they were talking about was sitting at the next table drinking tea.

Lin Feilu raised her ears while holding a tea cup to eavesdrop. She was already familiar with this kind of complacent act of listening to others' bragging about herself.

Song Jinglan looked at her with a smile: "So happy?"

She pursed her lips and nodded wildly.

Don't be too happy! She finally lived the martial arts script she dreamed of, and the martial arts dream from childhood to grandeur was realized, and people were about to float!

Song Jinglan shook her head and smiled. Two fingers pressed the tea cup she was going to deliver to her mouth, "I'll tell you something happier. There is medicine in the tea. This tea stall should not be clean..."

Lin Feilu opened his eyes, and before he could finish speaking, he threw the tea cup to the ground.

The crisp sound of cracking attracted the sight of the tea shed.

However, I saw a beautiful woman with white skirt and black hair kicked over the low tea table, pressed the little Er who was holding the teapot next to him on the stool, and shouted: "Say! What medicine is in the tea!"

Surrounded by surprise, they all looked at the tea cup in their hands.

The other person making tea at the back saw something wrong and immediately wanted to run. Just after taking a step, a sword leaped into the air and pierced directly into the wooden stake in front of him, forcing the sword energy to block his way.

The depressed Xiaoer struggled twice and didn't break away, and said angrily: "Who are you?! I advise you not to be nosy, the mountains are our brothers!"

Lin Feilu raised his hand and slapped twice on the back of his head, making him scream, "Call all your brothers, and I will clean up together, lest there be trouble in the future!"

Xiao Er turned his head and looked at her. He didn't know what he thought of, then looked at the indifferent black man in horror, and suddenly lost his voice: "It's... it's you? Are you black and white?!"

Shocked all around!

Lin Feilu: "I recognized it now?"

Xiao Er broke down and shouted: "Aren't you guys wearing white and women wearing black?! Why did you change it!"

Lin Feilu beat his head back: "Yes! You! Control!"

So there is no more bandits who steal money from Mongolia.

The tea shed at the foot of the mountain was burned by a fire, and the fire light reflected the green trees and mountains behind.

Lin Feilu turned on his horse and said to Song Jinglan next to him: "Go, go to the next place to punish evil and promote good."

He smiled and nodded, and there was fire in his eyes and her appearance.

The rivers and lakes are happy, the road ahead is long, and everywhere is uneven.

The copy has just begun, the heroes still need to work hard.

——End of the full text.